A Gorgeous Villain (St. Mary's Rebels 2)

“You did. You —”

“And I’ll do all that until you come again and I come in your last hole because your ass won’t quit squeezing me. The only hole I haven’t had yet. In this place where you danced for me and where you called me a villain. That’s why I brought you here, Fae. Because that’s what I am, a villain. And this is what a villain does, doesn’t he? He spreads his girl on the hood of his car and goes to town on her ass. Out in the open with her pregnant belly sticking out and her tits jiggling. This is what a villain does to the girl he wants.”

He is right.

This is what a villain does.

He fucks the girl he wants out in the open for the whole world to see. He not only fucks her, he takes her virginity that way.

On his Mustang, in the woods where he first captured her.

And the girl he’s captured, she has no qualms about it.

She doesn’t care if the world sees her. They can see if they want to.

That she’s got his baby in her belly and his cock in her ass.

But I have to tell him something. Something very important. Something that I want him to know and to understand. That this is not why he brought me here.

He didn’t bring me here because he’s a villain.

He might be that, yes. But his reasons were different.

And when he spreads me over the hood of his Mustang — on his cozy hoodie though; he’s not a savage as he told me — and parts my legs, his cock all lined up with my leaking pussy, I put a hand on his bare stomach where he’s inched up his t-shirt to have a clear view of what he’s doing to me.

I stop him and whisper, “This isn’t why you brought me here.”

He frowns. “What?”

“You didn’t bring me here because you’re a villain.” I dig my nails in his abs. “You brought me here because this place is special. This place is ours. You brought me here, Roman, because in this place, there’s no heartbreak. In these woods, I’m still sixteen and you’re the guy who watches me dance. I’m your Fae and you’re my Roman. That’s why. Because this place is us.”

Isn’t it?

This place, these woods are before.

Before the tragedy struck and he broke my heart. Before he became haunted and I became broken. Before I found out that he’s just a lonely boy and I’m just a girl in love.

In this place, we’re magical, him and I.

We’re timeless. We’re frozen.

In this place, I’m still his dancing fairy and he’s my wild mustang.

That’s why my gorgeous villain brought me here.

And when I tell him that, his eyes flare for a second like this is only occurring to him right now. Just like when he realized that he loves our baby, our Halo.

God, he’s so clueless. So lost.

My sweet, sweet villain.

But then his eyes turn predatory and full of desire.

Full of something that looks a lot like love.

But I know better.

I know better than to read into things. He’s taught me well.

So when he enters my body, I don’t think it’s love. Even though it feels like it.

It feels like this might be how my Roman shows his love, by driving me back to our special place and taking the last thing on my body that he hasn’t taken. By leaving his mark everywhere.

By building a shrine on my body, turning it into his love letter.

I would think about this more, but he chooses that moment to rub my clit and make me come.

And then he does everything as he told me he would.

He greases up his cock with my juices so he can put it in my ass. So he can dip his slippery head inside my tightest hole and make me arch and moan. And when it still doesn’t go in smoothly, he spits on it.

He spits on his cock like a beautiful, vulgar beast and rubs it all over his length, mixing his spit with my juices before trying again.

Before gaining an inch or two with his short thrusts.

I help him further by inching up my bare thighs on the hood of his Mustang and grabbing the cheeks of my ass to widen my hole. To present it to him like a gift, that prize he’s always wanted to trash and fuck.

And then there’s no turning back.

Yes, it’s painful and yes, I’ve never felt this kind of a stretch before.

But then I’ve never felt this kind of love either.

A love that makes me fly and makes me hurt. A love that feels like life one second and death the next.

A love that only grows and expands as I look into the wolf eyes of the guy who’s fucking my ass, who’s bent over me, his gaze tender and carnal and piercing, his big hand on my stomach, protecting our baby.